THE CURSED ONE
She yanked the vine hard, dragging my face until half of my face pressed against the cool earth near the water’s edge.
Candles circled the oasis, flickering unnaturally despite the desert wind.
I lay motionless, my pulse faint in my ears.
Gilda stepped around me, slow and deliberate, her white robes whispering across the sand. She began to chant, her voice low and rhythmic.
“Ickpe thunhale licsa, Peruna Theinu leinu weika sòn.”
Her voice grew louder.
Stronger.
More frantic.
Her staff lit up, with a violent blinding glow. The sky above us darkened instantly, clouds twirling into a tight vortex over the oasis. A sickening tug echoed through my chest, as though something inside me was being cal
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